Now to explain my lyrical selection. With all the heat that Kristen Stewart has taken in the press because of tabloid bloggers taking her words out of context, I feel that I need to call the media out, just as Greg Alexander from the New Radicals did. He wrote that verse as an experiment, to see if the media would pick up on the political issues that he referenced, or the celeb name dropping. The media ran with the name dropping, and glossed over the political issues. That, of course, irks me to say the least.

Now more lyrics that are a good metaphor for how the media tend to conduct themselves today:

No need for needlesNo injectionsThe substance substitutesLove and affection

Riding on the City of New Orleans,Illinois Central Monday morning railFifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.All along the southbound odysseyThe train pulls out at KankakeeRolls along past houses, farms and fields.Passin' trains that have no names,Freight yards full of old black menAnd the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

"May the hinges of friendship never rust, nor the wings of love lose a feather"--Scottish blessing

I dreamed I was dieing, as I so often doAnd when I awoke I was sure it was trueI ran to the window, threw my head to the skyAnd said "Whoever is up there, please don't let me die"But I can't live forever, I can't always beSomeday I'll be sand, on the beach, by the seaThe pages keep turning, I'll mark off each day with a crossAnd I'll laugh about all that we've lost

Next:Hark when the night is fallingHear! hear the pipes are calling,Loudly and proudly calling,Down thro' the glen.There where the hills are sleeping,Now feel the blood a-leaping,High as the spiritsof the old Highland men.

"May the hinges of friendship never rust, nor the wings of love lose a feather"--Scottish blessing

So you finally found a wayTo lessen all your painWhat you'd give to feel againFor even just the dayAnd as you search to find the wordsFor someone to relateYou realize all your faultsWere never their mistakes

If only you could see me yesterdayWho I used to be before the changeYou'd see a broken heartYou'd see the battle scarsIt's funny how words can't explainHow good it feels to finally break the chainsI'm not what I have doneI'm what I've overcome